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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ruler's Daughter Raised</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could the creatures help or ease us<br>Seldom should we think of prayer;<br>Few, if any, come to Jesus,<br>Till reduced to self-dispair:<br>Long we either slight or doubt him,<br>But when all the means we try,<br>Prove we cannot do without him,<br>Then at last to him we cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus the ruler when his daughter<br>Suffered much, though Christ was nigh,<br>Still deferred it, till he thought her<br>At the very point to die:<br>Though he mourned for her condition,<br>He did not entreat the Lord,<br>Till he found that no physician<br>But himself, could help afford. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus did not once upbraid him,<br>That he had no sooner come;<br>But a gracious answer made him,<br>And went straitway with him home:<br>Yet his faith was put to trial<br>When his servants came, and said,<br>Though he gave thee no denial,<br>'Tis too late, the child is dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus; to prevent his grieving,<br>Kindly spoke and eased his pain;<br>Be not fearful, but believing,<br>Thou shalt see her live again:<br>When he found the people weeping,<br>Cease, he said, no longer mourn;<br>For she is not dead, but sleeping,<br>Then they laughed him to scorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou meek and lowly Savior,<br>How determined is thy love!<br>Not this rude unkind behavior,<br>Could thy gracious purpose move:<br>Soon as he the room had entered,<br>Spoke, and took her by the hand;<br>Death at once his prey surrendered,<br>And she lived at his command. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear not then, distressed believer,<br>Venture on his mighty name;<br>He is able to deliver,<br>And his love is still the same<br>Can his pity or his power,<br>Suffer thee to pray in vain;<br>Wait but his appointed hour,<br>And thy suit thou shalt obtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q>
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Seldom should we think of prayer;
Few, if any, come to Jesus,
Till reduced to self-dispair:
Long we either slight or doubt him,
But when all the means we try,
Prove we cannot do without him,
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